I just wanted to thank you all for your wonderful comments and reviews. I really appreciate them. So onto Chapter 6. Not too much to say I think it's all pretty self explanatory. Hope you like it.

Chapter 6

Chuck and Sarah arrived at the safe house just before dark. Sarah had scoped it our carefully making sure it was unoccupied before they entered. It was a small three room cabin, consisting of the main room which contained a full size bed and a few other furnishings, a small kitchenette off to the right and a bathroom. The cabin was located about a mile and a half off the main highway, situated at the end of a seasonal road and out of the public eye.

Once Sarah gave the go ahead, Chuck began carrying in their bags along with a pizza they had picked up in town, while Sarah stayed back at the car. Sarah retrieved her black duffel bag from the back seat and rummaged through it. She grabbed a few items and made her way to the back of the car. Chuck watched her from the cabin window unsure as to what exactly she was doing until he watched her make her way to the front of the car. He saw her remove the license place and replaced it with another one that she had pulled out of her bag. Once she was finished she picked up her bag and headed inside the cabin.

Chuck was still standing in the window when she came through the door.

"Do spies always carry around spare license plates?" he asked matter of factly.

Sarah smiled. "Only the good ones." She replied, closing the door behind her.

She moved further into the cabin, taking note of the small quarters.

"Sorry it's not much." She said gesturing to the room they stood in. "And there's just the one bed."

Chuck smiled. His focus stuck on the bed in the middle of the room. "That's okay. It's already got a leg up on my former accommodations."

"How so?" Sarah asked.

"Well, you're here." He replied. Sarah smiled. Taken by surprise, she averted his gaze. Chuck immediately felt a rush of embarrassment and awkwardness come over him and when she looked away he immediately regretted his remarks.

Sarah could see he was uneasy so she didn't play too much into his comment. She grabbed her shopping bag from earlier and headed towards the bathroom. "I'm going to take a quick shower. Can you lock that door?" She asked.

"Huh? Oh yeah sure." He said just as she shut the bathroom door. Chuck made his way to the front door of the cabin and secured the two locks on it.

Chuck had taken a few minutes to familiarize himself with his surroundings. He was going through their bags when he heard Sarah's phone ringing. He quickly went over to where she had set it down and picked it up. The screen flashed with Casey's name.

"Ummm Sarah!...Sarah!' He made his way over to the bathroom door.

Sarah quickly fumbled around to find a towel. She wrapped the smaller than she would have liked piece of material around her as quickly as possible and rushed to the door.

"Chuck?" She was ready to attack if need be. The door flung open and Chuck stood before her speechless, her phone in his hand and his jaw on the floor as he took in her appearance.

"Are you okay?" she asked the worry more than evident in her voice.

"Huh?...oh….yeah…I just…" He rambled.

"Chuck what is it?"

He handed her the phone. "Your phone was ringing."

She looked at him in disbelief. "Chuck, I thought you were being attacked or something." She breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry, it's just…It was Casey."

"Casey?" Sarah looked down at her phone at the missed call. "He left a message." She punched in a few numbers and held the phone up to her ear while she listened to the message. Her attention turned to Chuck who was having a hard time averting his eyes as she stood before him dripping wet with nothing but the cheap cotton material that barely concealed anything between them. Sarah finally realizing how she must look, stepped back inside the bathroom and closed the door while she finished listening to her message.

Chuck just stood there for a minute dumbfounded. Perhaps he was going have to take his own shower when Sarah was done. Preferably a cold one.

A few minutes later Chuck had finally gotten himself together when Sarah came out of the bathroom wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts. She didn't look directly at Chuck as she made her way out into the main room. She rummaged through another one of their bags and found the hairbrush she was looking for and began brushing her hair. Chuck remained silent.

"So Casey left me a message."

"How? Did he get away from the CIA agents?"

"Apparently Graham called Beckman and she had a team extract him. The CIA doesn't know of my involvement in your escape yet, so that is a good thing. They won't be looking for a couple."

'A couple' the words peaked his attention. If only. There was nothing he wanted more than to be a real couple with Sarah.

"Casey told me not to contact anyone, there is no telling who can be trusted at this point. We need to try to lay low for a while. The CIA is going to expect you to head back to L.A. so we are going to need to map out a new plan. Casey will help us along the way until it's safe to bring you home. I do need to get a new phone though. I can't be contacting him or anyone for that matter on this one, It's too easy to track. He left me a secure number I can contact him at."

Chuck didn't say much, he just nodded in acknowledgement of what she was saying.

"You okay?" She asked. "You're awfully quiet."

"Yeah, I just…I just can't believe you and Casey are doing all this for me."

"Chuck, like I said, you're our friend, we care about you. And even though he never shows it, don't let that fool you, Casey cares about you too."

Chuck smiled. He looked like he was about to say something deep which didn't go unnoticed by Sarah.

"So how about that pizza?" Sarah spoke up trying to change the topic before he even had a chance to start it.

"Yeah... Sounds good." He replied.

Sarah finished brushing her hair and made her way over to the bed and sat down in the middle of it with her legs crossed. Chuck grabbed the pizza box and joined her.

It didn't take Chuck long to dive into the pizza. Sarah watched him with a smile on her face. She had to laugh, you would have thought Chuck had been starved for days the way he plowed his first slice. He only stopped when he saw her staring.

"What?"

Sarah just shook her head and smiled before taking a bite of her own slice of pizza.

"I'm hungry." He tried to defend himself which only elicited a small laugh from Sarah.

The two finished their dinner while making small talk. Sarah couldn't help but notice Chuck seemed pretty quiet, which was out of the ordinary for him.

"Something wrong?" She questioned him.

"No…no, I was just thinking is all."

"About?"

"Sarah, when I left with Longshore…Well what did you tell Ellie? Does she think I'm dead?"

Sarah removed the pizza box from between them on the bed and set it down on the floor. "No Chuck. She doesn't think you're dead."

She could hear him breathe a sigh of relief. "Well, what does she think?" he finally asked.

"I left her a letter from you basically saying that we broke up and that you wanted to get out of town for a while to clear your head that kind of thing."

"And she bought it?"

Sarah nodded her head. "She calls me at least once a week to see if I heard from you and to see how I'm doing with the break up and all."

"Really?"

Sarah nodded again.

"Well…do you think that maybe I could call her….you know just to let her know I'm okay?"

"Chuck we need to be very careful right now. With you being on the lam the CIA could be watching her, expecting you to contact her. You don't want to put her in danger."

"No….no of course not. I just…well I just really wanted to hear her voice."

"I'm sorry Chuck. I know this has to be really hard for you." Sarah gave him a sympathetic look. Her heart broke for him. He had really been through the ringer in the past month and she wished there was something more she could do.

"Yeah." He replied.

"Is there something else I can do?" she asked and waited for his response.

"Sarah?" He met her eyes with his.

"Yeah?"

"Wanna play cards?" Chuck pulled a new deck of cards from his pocket that he had picked up at the store earlier in the day.

Sarah laughed. "Sure."

Casey had arrived back in Burbank a few hours ago, he was settling back into his old apartment for the night. He had just finished setting up some of his spy related equipment when the monitor came to life and Beckman appeared before him.

"Major, I take it you are settling back in nicely?" She asked.

"It's like I never left." He replied.

"Good. Were you able to get a hold of Agent Walker?"

"She didn't answer, I left her a message. I imagine she will be in contact as soon as she can."

"Any signs of CIA operatives scoping out the sister?"

"I did see a man kind of lurking around near the mailboxes earlier. He didn't see me. There's a good chance he's CIA. I set up some surveillance."

"Keep a low profile there Major. I don't want your presence raising the CIA's suspicions, you are supposed to be in our custody being questioned."

"I understand General."

"Let me know as soon as you hear back from Walker. And see to it that she keeps Bartowski away from Burbank."

"Yes General."

Without so much as a goodbye, Beckman disconnected.

Chuck and Sarah sat across from each other Indian style in the middle of the bed. Both of them eyeing their cards and one another.

Chuck squinted as he looked carefully at his hand. He had been contemplating his next move for a good minute and half now, while she waited patiently.

"Any day now Chuck." She spoke up.

Chuck sighed heavily. "Okay, okay…Sarah…do you have any 8's?"

Sarah smiled. "Go fish." She replied.

Chuck drew a card from the pool in front of him.

Sarah looked back down at the three cards in her hand, all she needed was one more. "Chuck do you have a 3?" she asked.

Chuck smirked as he shook his head. Hesitantly he handed the card over to her.

Sarah quickly snagged it from his hands and laid her hand down in front of him. "Hah! Four 3's, I win!...Again."

Chuck tossed the rest of his hand down in defeat. "You know for someone who has never played Go Fish before, you sure did catch on quickly."

Sarah laughed. "Beginner's luck I guess."

"Yeah right."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Sarah, you're just one of those people who are good at everything you do."

"That's not true."

"Really? Name one thing you are not good at Sarah."

"Chuck there are lots of things I'm not good at."

"Like?"

I don't know, just like….normal stuff you know. Like making friends, and family stuff, I'm not so good at. Relationships, I've never been any good at all…and…water polo….I totally suck at water polo."

Chuck laughed, and Sarah followed suit. "You're getting funnier Sarah."

"Oooh, another thing I am not good at."

"Not true, you made me laugh and I only laugh at things that are funny."

"Well I guess you're rubbing off on me a little." She smiled.

Chuck found himself staring at her a big grin stretched ear to ear.

"What?" she questioned.

Chuck shook his head. "Nothing."

"Chuck?" she reached out and placed her hand on his arm. "Tell me."

"You're different….When you're not in agent mode 24/7. You're more laid back, carefree. I like it…I really like the real Sarah Walker. I don't get to see her very often."

Sarah blushed at his comments and looked away.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you or anything, I just…It's nice…just…hanging out with you, not having to keep up a cover or chase after bad guys. Just sitting here with you, playing a game of Go Fish, well it's the happiest I've been in a long time Sarah."

Sarah met his eyes again. "I'm having a good time too Chuck."

His eyes locked with hers and they gazed into one another's eyes. After a moment of awkward silence between them, Sarah averted her eyes and began picking up the cards between them.

"Well Chuck, it's getting late, we should probably get some sleep, we have another long day tomorrow."

Chuck nodded. Sarah finished gathering all the cards and set them on the night stand next to the bed.

"One more thing Sarah." Chuck said as he stood up and turned the covers down on the bed.

"Yeah Chuck?" she asked as she stood up and pulled the covers down on her own side of the bed.

"Technically you're not my handler anymore right?" he asked as he slipped into the bed and under the covers.

"Technically." She replied as she got into the bed as well. She pulled the covers up around her as she settled down against the mattress.

He turned to look at her, Propping himself up in his elbow, It was now or never. Chuck took a deep breath and blurted the words out before he lost his courage. "Sarah, will you….will you go on a date with me?"

Well I hope you all liked it, I would love to hear what you thought. Thanks for reading.